Agli oggetti piacciono le parole.
La sottile matita d'anima minata predilige la parola "reboante": le fa sognare cavità, echi, vibrazioni che la sua natura compatta denies them. The refrigerator
loves the word "tropical", the circumferences of heat that shake the ground and pitched the shadow of the banana trees. The ashtray
dreams often a chain of letters sinuous swaying like camels in the desert: "ambarabàcicicocò. No one would suspect, seeing how metal and attached to duty.
The book has not decided what word he likes. Sometimes, at night, they look down and try to steal glances at the words that door, and even touch them, but knows it is mortal sin.
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